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Wave
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Wave was released on May 1, 2020 by Blckchain Ent. as a part of the album Deep Waters
ReleasedMay 1, 2020
LabelBlckchain Ent.
LanguageEnglish
BPM75
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

My whip, my bitch and all the brands I rock, they all foreign
You **** gossip If it aint bout profit I ignore it
**** know wassup we won't talk if it ain't bout money
And they cant hang with us they know they moving funny
Hate the game and not the player
Maybe I should run for mayor
I be burning them blue candles got Ezili in my prayers
Im tryna get a hunnid acres
Big crib no neighbours
Greenland **** and my sauce got different flavors
Ah ah oh shit Rosalvo back on his shit
Insert the chip and the profit looking like i sold a brick
No I'm not like none of you ****
I'm just tryna add up the figures
Make a fuck **** bitter
From the basement like Big Tigger
Credit line on a profile and we ain't paying back
I got people on the inside and we gon split these racks
We got scammers we got dope boys Forgies on a new toy
Been doing this shit for a while now it aint new boy
My heart is broken money is the only thing that could get it fixed
I told my day ones if they stay down imma make ‘em rich
My whip, my bitch and all the brands I rock, they all foreign
You **** gossip If it aint bout profit I ignore it
**** know wassup we won't talk if it ain't bout money
And they cant hang with us they know they moving funny
Hate the game and not the player
Maybe I should run for mayor
I be burning them blue candles got Ezili in my prayers
Im tryna get a hunnid acres
Big crib no neighbours
Greenland **** and my sauce got different flavors
We got used to it, it’s reup, sell it, get it back
Not everybody understands but street **** relate to that
Walk around like I’m the man but bitch I am don’t see no cap
Money moves I call my dawg like broski we gon’ get on that
Hoping I get a foreign car
Couple **** ‘round the city be playing with cards
He got served some shit and now he chilling with the stars
**** want me dead but I dont give a fuck at all
No none at all
Shorty said these **** don’t like you
But I’m playing it cool
Cause I can understand these lil **** dont got the juice
My whip, my bitch and all the brands I rock, they all foreign
You **** gossip If it aint bout profit I ignore it
**** know wassup we won't talk if it ain't bout money
And they cant hang with us they know they moving funny
Hate the game and not the player
Maybe I should run for mayor
I be burning them blue candles got Ezili in my prayers
Im tryna get a hunnid acres
Big crib no neighbours
Greenland **** and my sauce got different flavors
Written by: Fritz-Joël Clerveaux, Melvin Joel Feliz, Woody Dameus

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